It's a bit of rum
hon
that touch of grog
that makes my mind
agog.
I should never write
inebriated
satiated
but somehow I am elated.
Who knows why I likes
the occassional drink?
Maybe to plae my mind on
the blink?
I think
that I drink too much
yet it keeps me in touch
with my reality.
This beastiliaty
becomes me
as I stare in the mirror
and shed a tear.
This is fear
is what has become
of me.
Do you see?

02/11/1999

Posted on 10/22/2010
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